Revealed

By Felisha Goulding

Meg is forced to face her past, despite her best efforts to keep it buried. There are things about her that are far too difficult to hide, particularly from the man she trusts the most. The one man who is determined to break down her walls. Drake is quick to learn that his Meggie is holding back a secret. One that he fully intends to find out...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Torrid Books
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781633555860

Felisha Goulding

Felisha Goulding grew up in a small town in the heart of Newfoundland, the most Eastern part of Canada. Just out of High School, she left for Toronto with $68 dollars in her pocket and an old beaten up yellow suitcase. Currently residing in the City of Vaughan, Felisha is a dedicated mother of two beautiful boys and has worked full time at the same company for the past twenty-five years. With a passion for writing, she finally sat in front of the computer and started her first manuscript. Burning the midnight oil well into the late hours of the night after work, and then working 10 to 12 hours on weekends, a story unfolded and came to life. Felisha comments, “This has been a life-long dream of mine for many years and this journey has been truly amazing. By far, this has been one of my biggest accomplishments. I look forward to writing many more...”

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Chapter 1

At precisely four thirty in the afternoon, Meg decided to leave the office for the day. Enough with the long hours, she told herself. She decided to skip the usual get-together at the Canoe and head straight for home. She knew she’d be horrible company, and for whatever reason, she wanted to continue pitying herself for a little while longer. Just as she was about to shut down her computer, the land line on her desk startled her.

It was the receptionist. Diane, I’m just about to leave the office. Can you ask whomever it is to call back Monday morning during regular business hours? In a hushed voice, Diane let Meg know that someone was here at the office to see her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for a client to drop by and see her from time to time. Meg stood up and smoothed the material of her cream-colored business suit with the palm of her hands. The fitted skirt showed off her curves nicely, and hung just above the knees. The look was sexy but also businesslike. She checked herself over quickly and headed off to the reception area. Shocked, she stood there. She couldn’t move and words couldn’t seem to form. It was Matt. He was standing there, smiling, his look was soft. Matt! What are you doing here?

May I speak with you privately for a moment, Ms. Malone? he asked politely.

Yes, yes, of course. Follow me, please. Meg didn’t hesitate. She led the way to the small boardroom past the elevators, and once inside she waved her hand for Matt to take a seat. She closed the door and took a seat next to him. A million things went through her head at once. Is everything okay, Matt? I have to admit, I’m curious as to why you’re here.

Ms. Malone, I um... Matt cleared his throat before continuing, trying to find the right words to say to her.

Meg noted the concerned look on his face, and she immediately became uneasy. What is he doing here? What if something horrible happened to Drake? Meg watched him carefully...an anxious feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Matt, say something...please...is it Drake? Did something happen to Drake? Is he okay?

No, Ms. Malone. I didn't mean to alarm you, I’m sorry. Physically, Mr. Noble is fine. Emotionally though, I have to admit he’s a bit of a mess.

Meg met his gaze.

I don’t understand. What is it?

I really shouldn’t be telling you this; it’s not like me to interfere with Mr. Noble’s private life, Ms. Malone, but you have intrigued him since the moment he met you. He hasn’t said much to me about the two of you; he’s a rather quiet man. I’m not sure if you know this, but there was a young gentleman that paid him an unwelcome visit last week, and since that visit, he hasn’t been the same. He’s been withdrawn. He’s closed everyone off. He’s working twenty-four/seven. He doesn’t stop. I’ve been extremely worried about him.

Matt, thank you for coming here to share this with me. I really appreciate your concern for Drake’s well-being, but I’m afraid it’s too late. He’s shut me out as well. I haven’t heard from him since the day before I returned to Toronto and, to my disappointment, that was through a letter. I don’t think there’s anything I can do at this point.

Matt placed his hand over Meg’s. Actually, there is something you can do. I was very pleased to hear a young lady by the name of Sarah came by Mr. Noble’s office this morning with that same young man that visited him the week before. After they spoke, Mr. Noble arranged to fly out here right away, and he sent me here to get you. He’s waiting for you at the hotel. He couldn’t come here himself, for obvious reasons, but he does have an appointment scheduled to see Mr. Griffin this Monday. Matt studied Meg closely for a moment. The hope evident in his eyes gave her a moment to absorb what he was saying without pushing further.

Meg stood and Matt stood along with her; his questioning eyes held her thoughtful gaze. They stayed connected that way for a moment. Matt, I know you won’t like this. Meg threw her arms around him, she hugged him closely and murmured thank you in his ear before she kissed his cheek. Matt was very militant and didn’t seem to be the cuddly type by any means. But Meg couldn’t help herself. When she let go, she was nicely surprised to see that he was smiling. Her thoughts once again were now redirected to Drake Noble. But this time she was smiling. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was hopeful. I have to get my purse and shut down my computer. Would it be okay if I meet you downstairs?

Yes, Ms. Malone. I’ll be out front. But before you leave, there's one small favor I need to ask of you. Matt’s face took on a frown and he hesitated for a moment.

Don’t worry, Matt. I won’t say anything to Drake about what you shared with me; you have my word.

He lowered his head and thanked her quietly before leaving the boardroom. Meg’s lips curled upward into a smile, she looked up to ceiling. Thank you. It had been an entire week since she had left New York, but it felt like months had gone by since she smiled last. It felt good.

Chapter 2

Forty-five minutes later, they finally arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel where Drake was waiting for her. Rush hour traffic was a pain in the ass as always, and she grew more and more nervous with each passing minute.

Matt parked at the main entrance of the Four Seasons and Meg realized that momentarily she would be face to face with the man she’d missed terribly this past week, the man she thought had moved on without her. I owe you one, Sarah. I owe you big time for this.

Matt turned to Meg in the backseat and pointed to the right. Ms. Malone, see the young boy at the door? He’s the bellboy. Go see him and he will bring you directly to Mr. Noble’s suite. Meg’s heart pounded relentlessly in her chest as excitement filled every part of her. She approached the bellboy who was already walking in her direction. The young man was dressed in black and white attire and greeted Meg with a warm smile. He asked if she had any bags to be carried up to the suite.

No, I’m here visiting Mr. Noble.

Ah yes, you must be Ms. Malone he said with a warm smile.

Yes, that’s me.

Mr. Noble called down earlier. He’s expecting you; if you will just follow me this way, please.

Meg wished she had time to go home and change into something far more comfortable than a business suit. The outfit was nice enough, sexy even, but certainly not the most comfortable. She stole a quick peek at herself in the mirror of the elevator and noticed the life reflected in her eyes once again, whereas before dark circles lingered from sleepless nights and worry.

The door opened to Drake’s suite just as the bellboy was about to knock. Drake tipped the young man who thanked him for his generosity. The entire time Drake’s eyes didn’t leave Meg’s. He looked tired but still breathtakingly gorgeous. He managed to break down all her defenses the moment she laid eyes on him. Wearing black dress trousers and a black V-neck T-shirt, he looked like a God damn centerfold. Gently yet firmly, he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into the suite. After he closed the door, he removed her purse from her hand and let it fall to the floor with a thump. He turned to her immediately and closed any distance between them. His hug was fierce, and he held her tightly to his chest. They stayed like that for a while before he stepped back to look her over.

Meggie, I’ve missed you. He raked a hand through his thick dark curls, his body turned slightly away, then quickly and eagerly she found both his hands on either side of her face, pulling her to his mouth. I’m so sorry, he whispered apologetically just before his mouth crashed down on hers. His touch was desperate and set every part of her on fire. Feeling the strength of his hard body against hers, Meg’s pussy clenched tightly. She couldn’t believe how quickly her body responded to the inferno he created between them.

You taste so good, Meggie, so sweet, he growled before he kissed her cheek and trailed further down her neck. I ordered food, he panted breathlessly in between kisses. Please tell me you can wait. He held her face in his hands. His need for her was evident, not only in his tone, but the way he looked at her. Oh my God. Meg wanted to rip his clothes off. His mouth lowered to her ear and he nibbled and kissed her ear lobe, teasing her relentlessly. I need you right now, Meggie, more than I need my next breath. Meg thought she would melt on the spot. A low moan escaped her throat.

* * * *

Fuck, she looks good. Even though her beautiful eyes weren’t as vibrant as they once were, she still took his breath away. It was clear to him that he had hurt her. But he would make it up to her. He would make sure she knew exactly how he felt about her and how much he missed her. He couldn’t believe he almost let her go. What was I thinking? I should have fought for you. Drake took possession of her mouth; her breath was sweet and her lips were soft and smooth as he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your lips?

* * * *

He tasted like toothpaste and a hint of wine lingered on his breath; expensive cologne filled Meg’s senses. She returned the kiss with the same determination. Both of them were in a desperate frenzy with a need to sink into one another. They came up for air, catching their breath after tasting and teasing one another. They pulled at one another’s clothes and their lips reconnected. He bit down gently on her bottom lip, tugging the plump fullness before sucking it into his mouth. He forced Meg’s mouth open and pressed forward with his tongue to deepen the kiss. Everything he felt for her went into that kiss, straight to the heart of her. Their tongues danced around one another, exploring and making up for lost time. His tongue was talented, and Meg couldn’t get enough. She moaned into his mouth, desperate for his taste. She suckled on his tongue, overcome with the need to climb his hard body and disappear inside him forever.

He slid his hands downward to the hem of her snug fitted skirt and lifted the material slowly upward until it settled at her waist. He reached behind her and curled his long fingers under the cheeks of her ass. He lifted her up, pinning her between the wall and his chest. Meg felt her nipples tighten into sensitive hard peaks, desperately aching for his touch. With no time to think, she wrapped her legs around his waist, linked both arms around his neck, and she settled directly on the fullness of his erection. If the head of his cock was any indication, he was huge and solid as a rock.

Meg couldn’t stop the sounds escaping her. She struggled to kick both shoes off her feet and finally they made a loud clanking sound as they hit the floor. He held her firmly against the wall; she wiggled against his erection, making sure the head remained settled at her entrance. He pulled back from the kiss, and as their lips came undone, he ground in to her. With a groan of approval, she whimpered in response. The only barrier between them was the thin material of her panties and his trousers. Meg thrilled at the feel of him, at the thought of him slowly sinking into her aching channel.

His voice was smooth and silky; the same voice that made her weak at the knees every time she was within earshot of him. He whispered the words she’d longed to hear. Meggie, I want you. Do you want me nearly as badly as I want you? I can’t stay away from you a moment longer. A line of wet kisses trailed down the curve of her neck, one after another. Meg was lost in his words of seduction and the feel of his lips on her bare skin. I’ve waited long enough. I can’t think of a reason for me to stop from taking what I want, and I want you, Meggie. I want you so badly, baby.

Meg pulled back and her gaze met his; he stared deep into the heart of her. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you across the table at Michael Jordan’s restaurant in New York. You took my breath away that day and you still have that same effect on me now. Please tell me you want me just as bad. He waited with bated breath; his hands continued to hold her securely against the wall, the thickness of his cock digging snugly into the V between her legs.

With his every word, he sent her arousal higher and higher. Meg squeezed her legs tightly around his waist, and her pussy quivered in need. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more at this very moment than for him to be buried deep inside her. She was through dreaming about him. She squeezed again, not wanting to let go of that connection and feeling of arousal. She stared back in to those deep blue eyes of his, drinking him in. I want you, Drake, so very much. Please take me before I burn alive with the need for you. I want you inside me. I can’t wait. Take me, take all of me, she begged. He ground into her one last time; their breaths grew shallow and there was no stopping what was about to happen. The entire world could explode around them and they would never notice. They were lost in a world of their own, where only they existed.

Meg greedily rubbed herself against his hard cock. He pulled her to his chest with both hands supporting her firm ass. He walked toward the bedroom and stood her up directly in front of him. The bed was no more than two inches behind her; anticipation was quickly eating her alive.

Fire burned in his eyes, and he took a few steps back. In a suggestive tone, a voice of strength and pure dominance reached past the echoing thunder in her ears. Undress for me, Meggie. She knew she should run, every instinct told her they should talk first, about what happened, but her body betrayed her plan. She’d never undressed for a man before. Twenty-six years old and she was finally standing in front of the sexiest man alive, praying to God she gets this right. She wanted desperately for him to see her as sexy, hot, and seductive. She had to admit, Drake had a way with making his demands erotic, and it felt right. It felt natural. Oddly enough, she wasn’t overly nervous but rather desperate to please him. Without saying a word, Meg closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath and persevered. She reached behind and tugged at the zipper of her skirt and pulled it downward until it was loose enough to fall to the floor.

Look at me, Meggie. Look into my eyes. Don’t look away from me. His tone was sharp and demanding; he wasn’t asking. This was the first time he would see all of her, and he wanted more than anything to savor that moment. Drake recalled a short while ago when he had undressed her and tucked her into the bedroom next to his own. That was the first time they’d met, and Meggie had passed out from the medication the doctor had injected her with. Yes, he’d gotten a glimpse of parts of her, but not like this. This time, the look in her eyes reached out to every part of him. She was timeless in her beauty as he watched her undress, opening up to him in a way that he had played over and over in his head since the moment he laid eyes on her. He spent many nights dreaming about her being naked, of her soft curves, and her perky breasts. He was as hard as rock, and it was taking a lot of willpower not to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard like he really wanted to right at this very moment. Their eyes fixed on one another, and she continued to slowly undress for him.

His dominant side was driving her quickly over the edge, sending her arousal skyrocketing. She tugged the blazer off and let it fall to the floor next to her skirt. Lust filled Drake’s eyes as they widened in delight; his desire for her was clear. His expression was one of need, one that she longed to experience. She settled her hands at the hem of her silk camisole and pulled the light material slowly upward and over her head where she let go of the fine silk. When she was left only in a lacy, silken gold thong and a matching bra, he stared shamelessly at her breasts. She could tell he longed for her, but he didn’t move in her direction. The only muscle moving was the twitch in his jaw, flexing as he took in every inch of her.

Every ounce of blood drained from his body and went straight to his cock. He couldn’t think of anything other than being buried balls deep inside her. Take it all off, Meggie. I need to see all of you, every inch of that perfect body. I want you completely naked.

Slowly, she pulled the bra straps down, baring her shoulders. Both straps lingered on her arms before she reached behind to undo the clasp at the back. The bra drifted to the floor and pooled at her feet. She remained focused on Drake’s face, drawn to his every expression and completely captivated by the act of undressing before him. She’d never felt more wanted than she did right now. He did that to her, effortlessly. She never felt this alive and in tune with her body. Drake’s eyes urged her to continue. She hooked a thumb on either side of her panties and bent over. Meg pulled the tiny material slowly downward, past her thighs, all the way until they were wrapped around her ankles and then stepped out of them.

He stood less than three feet away from her and let out a low hiss of satisfaction in seeing her completely naked for the first time. Never had he seen anyone this beautiful. Her breasts weren’t large but they were perky and firm, the perfect size to fit his hands and his mouth. He took in her perfect curves, the bare V between her legs. He could easily see she was aroused; her pink folds were glistening with arousal. He couldn’t wait to put his mouth on her again, to drink up every bit of moisture that spilled between her thighs. He wanted her in every way possible, but he had to convince her that she was his first. He would make sure she never looked at another man. He would take care of her every need and every desire. He couldn’t wait for the room to be filled with only the sound of her soft moans.

His voice came out less controlled now; low, seductive, shaky, and filled with need, he sucked in a breath. You’re beautiful, your breasts are swollen with a need to be touched, so perfect. Your nipples are exactly how I pictured them, a soft pink, the perfect color and craving for my touch. You make me crazy, Meggie, and I can’t wait to touch you, to suck those pretty nipples into my mouth and hear you moan with pleasure. Pleasure that I will give you.

A soft moan escaped her throat and she took a step forward only to be stopped by his demanding tone. Wait, turn around.

What is he thinking? Every part of Meg’s body was aching for his touch, and she didn’t think she could wait a moment longer. She was ready to explode and God help her when he does touch her. She knew she would simply come undone the moment he laid a hand on her.

He circled his finger in the air, motioning for her to turn. She did so without hesitation. The look on his face reached every part of her. All the way, Meggie. I want to see every curve, every inch of that hot body, and those long legs.

One of the things that she found so captivating about this gorgeous man, who stood tall with his pants tented at the crotch, his erection straining forward, was the way his voice reached into her senses, triggering her need for him. God, what a sight! When he spoke, his voice was a low growl putting her under his spell, and she waited with bated breath for his next command. Here was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. He was a magnet, and she was drawn to his dreamy good looks and his charismatic charm. Drake Noble oozed sexual confidence and hot forbidden erotic sex. His body was made for pure pleasure.

Now, walk toward me slowly.

Completely naked and exposed to the very core, Meg walked over on shaky legs. Arousal was so strong in the air between them, it was damn near explosive. His jaw flexed and his eyes were on fire as they wandered over every crevice of her body. He watched her every movement as she approached him. His pupils dilated, making his eyes dark and forbidden, and a sheer gleam of sweat surfaced on his forehead. Meg was thrilled with the effect she had on him. She felt powerful and adored in his presence. Holding out one hand in a gesture to move closer, he pulled her slowly toward him. One hand closed around her breast, over the silky smoothness of her skin. He tugged and tweaked her already erect nipple. Taking his time, he familiarized himself with her body and what she responded to.

His hands moved over the curve of her breasts from one to the other. He touched, caressed, and squeezed her nipples, sending small shivers straight to her vagina. Hot fluid spilled freely between her thighs making her wet and ready for him.

Lowering his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the taut nipple where he tugged with his teeth and sucked them into his mouth, paying equal attention to both. His teeth bit down a little roughly, Meg moaned at the sensation. Gently, he sucked her nipples into his mouth soothing the sharp pain and replacing it with pleasure.

Soft kisses trailed from one breast to the other, then up the side of her neck to her ear where he whispered, Your skin is so soft, you feel like silk under my tongue. I have never felt this hungry for a woman. I can’t think when I’m around you, Meggie.

His lips moved over hers, demanding she open up to him. His hands firmly caressed her skin, moving from her breasts down her sides to her lower back, where he pulled her closely against his hard body. His hard shaft met the softness of her abdomen and pushed forward. His hands wandered lower and he grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her into him, wanting desperately to get inside. Both of them hung onto one another unable to pull apart, the connection between them unbreakable and the need for one another undeniable.

Losing herself completely in his seduction, Meg pressed her breasts firmly against his hard chest, wishing his shirt were off so there were no barriers between them. She resumed her burning need to rub against him, the friction helped stimulate her hard nipples. Her hands drifted up to his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky soft curls. Meg grabbed a handful of his hair roughly and pulled away from his lips. She was overcome with the need to feel the suction from his mouth on her breasts again and lowered his head until he settled there. His cock grew harder at the boldness of her aggression. No other man could make her feel this empowered, this hungry. Only Drake could possibly bring out the boldness and the hunger that she had hidden for so long.

Drake moved his hand downward and caressed her inner thighs where he enjoyed the softness of her skin. He cupped her pussy with one hand, and moaned against her neck. One long digit slid past her folds and gathered up her juices before moving further upward where he stroked the tight bundle of nerves. His thumb lightly stroked over her clit. A second digit moved in and penetrated her, working its magic. Meg felt the familiar tightening of her stomach, her climax started to build like